|I happened to watch one side of the audience during "Chicken Soup With Rice" at the play and was stunned by how beautiful it was to watch the families watch the children.|
The Grown Ups at the Kindergarten Play
It was almost like flash bulbs flashing, but it was their shining eyes blinking.
All the phone screens, they were horizontal, filming.
But there was still this twinkling about the whole thing:
Like gems catching the light, sun on the pond.
They were all standing there, half standing, sitting there.
They had forgotten where they were, so charmed they were.
Chuckles and sighs escaped like steam from underneath the lid of a boiling pot.
Bubbles of pride and delight becoming “aha-has” or a little “oh”.
It didn’t matter what the song or the motion was.
The kids either sang, or didn’t sing. They did the motions, or they forgot.
But seeing them up there had inside-outed the adults’ affection and it was extravagant.
They were so lovely to watch as they were watching,
standing there, half standing, sitting there.
They weren’t hoping for anything for the kids.
They weren’t dreaming of anything for the kids.
They were happy to see them up there, just as themselves.
Grown ups, can you feel it? Can you feel that love coming at you from the audience?
For you, when you learn, when you forget, when you just sit there, remembering the school play.
There is a presence who is agog at you on your stage, so full of bright love, not even hoping you’ll be anything better than you.